Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 35957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Crew.” My body catches fire once again.
“Fuck, we’ll pick this up later.” He puts the brakes on our kiss, for good reason, too.
“Yeah.” Trying to catch my breath with his hands on me is nearly impossible.
“A few more hours, then we can take this further, figure out where to go from there. But one thing’s for certain: this isn’t the end. It’s only the beginning.” Wow, I’m gob smacked. Is this the same man from Friday afternoon who flipped the script without a moment’s notice?
I should respond. I need to respond. It’s rude not to, right? These are the questions running through my mind while Crew and I disengage while he keeps his hands on me the entire time. Even when we’re standing, my skirt is still hiked up, the black lace panties on full display. My thighs quiver when I see his eyes zero in on what I’m sure is a lewd scene. His nostrils flare and his cheeks puff with air. My hands are on his shoulders, and I watch as he reluctantly pulls my skirt down. The tips of his fingers drag along the outside of my thighs when what I’d really like is to feel his big, strong hands between them instead.
“Crew.” My tone takes on a breathy quality.
“Go, sweetheart. I’ll be here when you get back.” It’s then I notice that I’ve left a wet stain on his suit pants.
“Um, I think you might need to use the restroom more than me.” I glance down the length of his body. He runs his hand through his hair. The shirt that was once pristine is riddled with wrinkles. Crew’s whole outfit should be changed or at least maybe fixed in a way that doesn’t look like we’ve had sex.
“I’ll be fine for a few minutes. Go take care of yourself, Serena.” There’s a sternness to his voice. He won’t back down, and while I would love to test his patience, the clock on my watch has me scampering away.
“I’ll be quick!” I toss the words over my shoulder. His deep chuckle carries with me. It isn’t until I’m locked inside the small restroom that’s outfitted with a sink, mirror, and a toilet that I suck in a deep breath and hold it for five seconds before I let it out. I repeat the process three times before I take care of business, flush the toilet, wash my hands, and freshen up the rest of myself. My reflection could give me away in a New York minute. One look from Crew’s assistant, or my uncle, and we could be over before we even started.
Which we probably should be, to tell the truth. There’s a lot riding on my shoulders. This job, the start of a new career, digging myself out of credit card debt, and now all I can think about is Crew.
Man, I should have brought my phone in here with me. I could really use Talia and her worldly advice right about now. Though, I already know what she would say, especially after the epic orgasm he delivered.
I’ve stayed in here long enough. It’s time to face the day, even if it means faking it in front of the outside world.
“You can do this, Serena, maybe without tripping or dropping something,” I tell myself in the mirror, take one last breath, and walk through the bathroom door.
“Ah, there she is. Mary, Serena, I’ll be right back. Feel free to go over the schedule and figure out lunch.” Crew is talking to his assistant as I make my way into the room. I’m glad I took an extra minute to smooth out my hair and fix the lipstick that was smeared clear across my cheek.
“Very well. I brought a few menus for you two to choose from.” Mary looks from Crew to me, and he gives me a quick nod before we do a shuffle, me basically moving in front of him while trying to get out of the way. We do a small dance with one another until he finally cups my biceps, holding me steady, and walks around me.
Of course, my cheeks flame with what I’m sure is redness, considering Mary got a front row seat to our little tussle. Hopefully, she doesn’t read anything into it except for me being a temporary basket case whenever I’m around Crew.
“I’m not the best at making decisions when it comes to eating, are you?” I ask Mary once the door is closed behind Crew.
“Heaven’s no, but at least there’s a vast array of choices. Maybe pick the top three, and we can shuffle them?” Mary suggests as if she’s been in similar situations, and she probably has, considering the ring she has on her finger. From what she told me earlier this morning when I first arrived at the office, she and her husband have been married for over thirty years, raised two children, and now have six grandchildren.